It’s 19_8, and you and your platoon are in the jungle. You trudge on as flies and mosquitoes surround you and your platoon. You breathe in the earthy smell. It’s humid, and sweat collects in your helmet and clings to your clothes. As you march through the swamp with your platoon, you see something moving in the tress. It looks like… someone little…maybe… the enemy? No. You ready your gun in case it turns out to be a threat.